User blog comment:Llamao/A Disappearing Act/@comment-1298206-20111016204956/@comment-3474228-20111017235547

The rain begins to fade into a slow drizzle after an hour, and Sahaz's eyes open just as it stops. He stretches and gets out of the bed. After untangling his cloak, he pushes open the tent flap to see his soldiers already cleaning up camp. Smiling, he addresses them. "We leave immediately." When he turns around, his tent is already packed up, and the march resumes through the damp dirt.